Breakin' Loose Fire

Whispers of the wind through the old wooden gate Carry me back to where the heart waits Barefoot in the fields where the wild grass is swayed Mama's call at dawn, chasing shadow away Papa's hands Callous from the earth, we would tell stories Laughter echoing soft like a river's first bend Those simple days hold me, they never will Though the road pulls me far But my soul stays behind so the home that I left Run deep in the soil, where my memories grow Through the storms and the miles, it's the place I still know Thunder rolls heavy, wash the dust Under strange roofs, dreams come true Paint the old barn, pulling me homeward Mending what's torn One day I'll turn back, lay my burdens down low Let the wild winds blow, family with open-hearted grace Finding my way to that sacred place Finding my way to that sacred place Finding my way to that sacred place Finding my way to that sacred place Finding my way to that sacred place Finding my way to that sacred place Oh the road pulls me far But my soul stays behind so the home that I left in my mind Run deep in the soil, where my memories grow Through the storms and the miles, it's the place I still know Running deep in the soil, where my memories grow Through the storms and the miles, it's the place I still know Running deep in the soil, where my memories grow Finding my way to that sacred place Finding my way to that sacred place Finding my way to that sacred place Finding my way to that sacred place Finding my way to that sacred place Finding my way to that sacred place Finding my way to that sacred place Finding my way to that sacred place Finding my way to that sacred place Finding my way to that sacred place